"Is that all of them, Tara?"
Tara giggled, too caught up in watching Willow as she tried to carry a heavy box up the stairs to her room than listen to the question. No, our room; our house, Tara corrected in her mind. She smiled at the thought.
"Tara, are you even listening to me?"
"What? Oh, sorry Nate." She smiled sheepishly and walked over to him.
The tall man before her returned the grin, shaking his head. "I don't know what I'm ever gonna do with you kid. You're hopeless." He threw up his hands dramatically and then enveloped her in a giant bear hug.
Tara laughed heartily, hugging him back with all her might. "You know you love me Nate. Don't even try and deny it."
From across the room, a shout was heard. "Hey!" The two friends released from the embrace and turned to face an envious looking Willow. "Don't I get a Tara hug?" she asked sweetly.
"Of course, baby. You always get Tara hugs." Willow smiled brightly and jumped forward to squeeze her girlfriend. Nate made a nauseous looking face, but was stopped with a glare from Tara. He smiled and left the two women to continue their hug.
"I'm so happy," Willow whispered into Tara's neck, unable to keep the joy from her voice.
Tara pulled back slightly to gaze into Willow's eyes. She would never get tired of seeing the love she felt for Willow reflected back at her. She moved forwards and brushed her lips softly over Willow's. The kiss was soft and sweet, but underneath there bubbled a passion that could not be contained. After a few moments, the kiss deepened, and was only ended when a noise that sounded suspiciously like a throat being cleared passed through their ears. The two women stepped back but still kept their hold on each other, their fingers entwined as if they could never let go.
Buffy stood next to them, her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. "You two are just as bad as when you first got together. Can't you keep your hands off each other for a couple of hours?" She sounded serious, but the good natured chuckle at the end of her question told Willow and Tara that Buffy was just joking.
Willow gave Buffy a brilliant smile and answered with absolute conviction, "No, and darn happy about it."
Buffy laughed and walked away, but not before shouting one last jab over her shoulder. "You know if you both want to get moved in today, you better stop making out and start helping." She laughed again at the blush that formed over Tara's cheeks and then left to lug another box up the stairs.
Tara lifted her lips into a half-smile and turned her gaze back to the red-head in her arms. "She's right, you know. As much as I hate to admit it, we really should be helping."
Willow shook her head and pouted. "Don't wanna," she whined cutely, pulling Tara closer to cement her point.
Tara grinned at her lover's amazing ability to be the cutest thing ever, and then leaned her face closer, close enough to breathe in to Willow's ear. "How about I make it up to you later tonight?" she whispered sensually, unable to suppress a grin from forming when she felt Willow shiver beneath her touch.
Willow took a deep breath and willed herself to speak without squeaking. "Um, and how exactly will you make it up to me?"
"Well, I can be very, very, persuasive," Tara whispered, punctuating the last three words with little licks to Willow's earlobe.
This time Willow did squeak, unable to hold back the sound as she felt Tara's warm tongue caress the bottom of her ear. The squeak quickly turned into a low moan as Tara began to kiss her way down Willow's neck, Tara's fingers lightly massaging the sides of her stomach.
"Well," Willow breathed, "as long as you promise."
"Oh, I definitely promise," Tara answered, loving the sensations she was causing in Willow. She pulled her hands up to Willow's face and grabbed her lips in a fiery kiss, a kiss that promised passion and love for not only tonight, but the rest of their lives. And as abruptly as the teasing began, it ended. Their lips separated with an audible pop, and Tara released her hold on Willow, running up the stairs and giggling the entire way.
Willow shook her head, trying to allow the fog to lift from the Tara induced haze. After a few moments, she ran up the stairs after her, looking forward to Tara fulfilling her promise eternally.